CAP Ireland
Embodiment of the Emerald Isle
Toxin put his hand over the map as Eleniel mentioned replacing it. All this talk of their adventure had him reminiscing and, unfortunately, that included thinking about bloody Paton. Toxin went back into the cave after giving Glimmer a nod of thanks about the shield. Looking at the helmet, he took out the dagger and set about removing it's blue colouring and most of it's unnecessary flash bits. Soon, he would have it down to something similar to his old mask. His focus flitted between the conversation outside, the mask/helmet and his own thoughts. He'd felt unsure of himself since losing Paton. He hated that. He needed to be strong now. Looking out at Talvin, Moon and Glimmer, Toxin felt almost inadequate comparatively. They knew who they were whilst he'd always just been him. Before, that had been enough as they had been in a relatively safe place. Now it was kill or be killed. He drew his attention to the helmet as his lack of focus had made it appear more like a sheet of scared metal with two eye sockets and space for a nose and mouth. It looked terrible, but it would do for the time. He put it on and lay back, he breathed deeply and the cold air chilled his lungs.
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